I was not built for the shallow.I was carved from undertow,where the ocean cradles its own darkness,and still dreams in…

I stand in the hush of a golden hush,bathed in the sermon of morning flame,where silence ripples in radiant tongues,and…

I do not need the worldto witness every risingSome ascensions are so sacred,even light holds its breath There is a…

I lay myself down at the altar of becoming—not polished, not perfect,but present Grace is the breath between my trembling…

In the mirror of the moon, you remember—your name is not whispered, it is sungYou are the hymn the stars…

There comes a hush,after the storm that screamed in silence—the kind of stillness that doesn’t ask for permission,only presenceThat’s when…

I muted the world—its clang of shoulds, its symphony of sorrow,the static of strangers who never touchedthe seam of my…

They came in the hush before dawn,feet silent on the breath of stars,a whisper wrapped in moonlight’s shawl,their eyes the…

I have learned the elegance of distance,how silence becomes silk when worn with intention—a veil, not of secrecy,but of sacred…

You, whose name is written in moonlit coral,La Sirène, rising from salt-kissed soul,dripping with jasmine and resilience,your breath—an ancient songthat…